Drizzles tapped gently against the pavement.

The night was quiet, only occasionally interrupted by the distant hum of passing vehicles.

Evalina sat in Monique’s living room, knees pulled to her chest.

The memory of last night clung to her like a shadow—she couldn’t sleep, couldn’t breathe.

Fear had become her constant companion.

Suddenly, a soft knock broke the silence.

Knock. Knock.

Evalina turned her head sharply, holding her breath.

Then came a voice she knew all too well from behind the door:

“Eva… it’s me. Hunter.”

Her blood ran cold.

Her hands trembled as she stood.

She hesitated—unsure if she should open the door.

But her instincts told her… she...